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Dreams and Dilemmas part 2'Yuki. We understand that Deidara's death pains you greatly, but we are going to move you up into his place. Therefore, Tobi,' Tobi looked up at Itachi. 'Yuki is now your Sempai.' Tobi nodded solemnly. Yuki nodded as well.
'I'll do my best.'
Itachi looked to Sasuke, who grunted and turned away. Yuki smiled Faintly and looked to Tobi, who was looking at the floor and shuffling anxiously.
'We'll give you both time to recover. You have two weeks.' Itachi murmured. 'You are free to leave.' Without hesitating, Tobi turned and ran.
'Tobi?' Yuki called after him. Itachi sighed and walked off.
Tobi ran towards the edge of the Akatsuki balcony and leapt off of it, landing with a thud on one of the roof tops, and launching from that one to the next and the next and the next.
Yuki saw him, and jumped off the balcony to the roof tops as well.
'Tobi! Wait!' She called to him. He skidded to a halt. When she caught up with him, Tobi looked to her, and noticed the anger he would have seen in Deidara's
Dreams and Dilemmas part 1'Katsu!' The word echoed through the darkened forest and swept across the hills of Konoha. The explosion erupted through the forest, And stopped outside the border of a large city, just beyond a few hills. Sitting on one of those hills was a girl named Yuki. Her blonde hair blew in the air behind her, as she knew the fate of her best friend had come.
Yuki had grown up with little knowing of her mother and father, but stayed around a boy named Deidara. Deidara was also blonde, so people thought they were brother and sister.
Yuki hung her head. The cry of her best friend made her heart sink. She knew he had sacrificed himself for another. To save or to kill. She watched the cloud of dust and dirt as it spread in several different ways. Looking at the dust, she knew who he had fought. Sasuke. Yuki braced herself, and stood up slowly.
As the dust cleared up, she saw Then a load of trees had been scattered across the forest. Yuki walked cautiously into the ragged mess, and looked around, he
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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